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I'm reading yours as the last poem before I go to bed and what a poem to take with me. I love the idea of trying to predict the hue of the sky and the sweetness of a cherry. Life will always take us by surprise and there's nothing we can do about it - except perhaps write about it.

I love the cadence of this poem. I love the way the first four stanzas set up the rest of it. I wish I had gotten to read it without being interrupted 12 times! I may have to come back later and read it again.

Late to the reading -- apologies. Just back from spending 5 days with grandchildren.This post is quite remarkable for many reasons....I especially like these lines:

"got lost trying to findmy way backto my life"

It is very interesting that your father died so close to when your mother died. Have you heard of "broken heart syndrome?" It has a more formal name -- something like stress myocardiopathy ... or something like this. I'm wondering if that is what happened. Recently in the news, there is suspicion that this is why Debby Reynolds died so soon after her daughter. I suffered from this (and recovered) a bit after a number of very stressful events. Anyway -- just thought I'd mention it. Your poem is really "on the other side of this" -- in terms of recognizing we must move forward rather than trying to recover and slip into the "behinds" of where we were. So much said in this post....as you can tell from my response, it really made a mark with me.